Pokey passenger

I’m from the East-west coast,
I’m hailing, although my shy nature be,
When the clouds sign-in rain,
My vicinity becomes forest.

Halt! When I come through,
I am only a passenger at the seashore.

Be thou
Who forms my twin,
“My earnest protector”
My true back bone.

Halt! When I come through,
I am only a passenger at the seashore.

My defence finesse puts me in a jaw dropping gesture;
My pointy windows go in
At the touch of a human finger,
And my body folds in, at pace
Faster, when I splint.

I say! Don’t be amazed at my speed,
I am only a passenger at the seashore.

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